Cop: well, that sucks.Me: (thinking: "ya think?")yeah... a little bit.Cop: hit and run?Me: yes.Cop: look, I suggest you don't call the insurance. Just go to a junk yard and buy a new bumper. its way cheaper and your insurance rates won't go up. Go with your father. Cubans always know someone.Me: (thinking: who the hell is Cuban? Is that a racist comment?) Okay. Thanks. I'm gonna call my dad and see what he says.Cop: ok, sweetie. Don't stress. Call me if you need me.Me: (thinking: "Call the po po!") thank you sir.

(I call my dad)

Me: papiDad: What happened?Me: (crying) Someone hit Franck!Dad: where?Me: (crying)In school. His bumper fell!Dad: thats it?Me: (still crying) what do you mean, that's it? I can't even find my keys! How am I gonna drive?Dad: i'll search for the copy key and just kick off the bumper. Its fine. We'll figure something out.Me: (crying harder) but I don't even have enough money to pay for school! how am I gonna fix this?Dad: (laughing) stop being such a girl and quit crying. I'll talk to your mom and we'll figure something out.Me: okay.Dad: just kick off the bumper. your car will be fine.(my dad is sensitive to my emotions)

( Aileen and I kick off the bumper and put it in the backseat. I wish i had a video of that)

Franck is ok. He still drives. I found my keys in the corner of the office. Don't ask me how they got there. I'm waiting for my dad to have his day off work so we can go bumper-shopping. If anyone knows of a good junkyard or of someone that can hook it up with paint, holler!